Another day trampled under your feet. weeds of discord. we're your disease. a brick through your window so you know we care. just step outside, we're waiting out there. exile on market street. look outside. push comes to shove in a rat's race that's going nowhere. you think you're safe from the suffering. you ignore the weak and the poor. a violent opposition is at the door.




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Food Not God Lyrics

F-Minus – Food Not God Lyrics